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A Slow Drift Apart.

 

A Slow Drift Apart. 

Ulises Vargas 

October 26, 2025. 


I can’t find the words to say what we both know 

Our conversations drag despite our mutual unwillingness 

Engaging at all feels more like a routine responsibility 

We know we’re lying to each other behind vows and smiles 

We know we’ve fallen out of love with each other 


Neither life no longer jives with the other 

Words fall flat on distanced ears 

Even that once adorable face is familiar and cold 

Whatever we had before is a far cry from who we are 

Please don’t talk to me, and remind me all over again 

That I cannot stand to pretend that I still like you 


I’m not sure when the fire started burning out 

Though, it’s too late now to recapture lost times

Not your body or pretty little lies could bring us back 

Honestly, I’d advise you to find someone else 

Or get serious with whatever affairs you have 

I wouldn’t blame you for replacing what we became 

I want to, too 


Decoupling is traditionally heartfelt and devastating  

If only we had anything to grieve 

Like strangers, we’ll go our separate ways 

With minimal last words 

All I’ll remember of you is that awkward time 

When you lied that you loved me, 

And I debated not lying it back 


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